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About The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899 | View Entire Issue (April 9, 1897)
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ildN'lVERSiTY OF NEBRASKA.
LINCOLN, NEBRASKA, AI'RIL fl. 1897
THROUGH RAIN DROPS.
This wind is on the hill-tops
Tli niin is in its teeth;
The (--nines ily up the river;
The rushes start heiieath;
Anil all aloug the low lands
The lily leaves unsheatli.
(tut fur bcy.md the hill-lops
Long level furrows lie;
The wind is blowing on them
lieueath the great west sky,
And lleeiug on before it
Lean weed-g'iosts wander by.
Upon those wide, wide retiehes
With never a sodden grave,
AilhoMsatid thousand grass blades
Together rise and wave;
A 'thousand thousand sun rays
The wind's wide pathway pave
My Irish Friend.
Bo is a -quiet, solemn faeed young Iris'h
mua, with steady eyes and a. tilt of the
'hiii that is not to be trifled with a t'aee
that one hopes will stay smooth -shaven.
The other young men at the boarding
club appeal to him as authority 'Upou
questions of parliamentary practice, and
lie settles disputed points with an assur
ance as hearty as unofficious. Tihey
never guy him, not even when 'he came
hack from a tour through a -dozen -country
towns, where he hud "been making
political speeches for the cause ju-st de
feated. Today J. saw him walking with long
Menniiied strides toward his room. On
thu other side of the street, in a vacant
lot, two dogs were fighting, one of them
"punishing" the other unmercifully. He
lmd passed the corner when ho seemed
suddenly to become .aware of the howls
oi' the smaller dog. He turned back,
f'rosHod the street, cleared the five board
fence and seut a half briek spinning at
the big dog, all as deliberately as lie
would have hurled a well chosen argu
ment at a writhing opponent.
Then he walked calmly around to the
gate of the fenee and went on down the
street, while the dogs, both limping, ran
in opposite directions. X.
Much Ado about Nothing.
John and I had not been married very
long when I invited Dr. and Mrs. Clark
up to take dinner with us one evening.
Mrs. Clark entertains so exquisitely that
I felt very particular about having every
thing as nk'(j as 1 could in our little nest
of a ho use.
When I had the parlor and diuingroom
all in order left John to watch the cran
berries and ehicken while I went down
to the florists for some cut flowers. I was
gone longer than I expected to be, and
when I came back John and our next
door neighbor, Jack Barlow, were loung
ing on Barlow's back porch smoking.
There was a peculiar odor in the air as
1 stepped on our porch and & stronger
and more unmistakable one greeted me
as T opened the hall door. I rushed
frantically through the dining-room into
the kitchen wheic smoky fumes were
rising from the kettle of cranberries -on
the stove; and snapping, sizzling, frying
sounds issued from the oven. I snatched
the kettle off, threw open the oven door
and dragged those poor shrivelled, dried
up chickens out on the floor, sat down
beside thern and cried.
John came sauntering in presently,
blowing rings of blue smoke from his
cigar. He stopped short when he reached
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